I let out a heavy sigh as I put my purse and keys down on the table. I took my phone out of my purse and checked my work schedule-which is nothing but night shifts on the weekends. I walked to my couch and practically threw myself on it.

I let myself slowly doze off, but my buzzer of a doorbell went off. I groaned and lazily rolled off the couch. I pushed myself off the ground and walked to the door.

"Who is it?" I ask, holding down the button.

"Jake." The door man said.

"Send him up." I said and took my finger off the button.

I went to my bedroom and changed from my work clothes to a pair of shorts and an over sized sweat shirt. As if on cue, Jake knocked on the door the moment I left my bedroom. I walked to the door and opened it.

Jake was my childhood best friend. If I was ever upset about something, I always knew he would be there for me, and he knows I would do the same for him. Everybody thought we were dating as we were growing up, but I could never date him; He's like a brother to me and I'm like a sister to him. Plus, we are way too much alike.

He usually greets me with a warm smile and/or a hug. Jake wasn't a messy person, nor was he a clean freak, but he would never show up to someone's house looking like a train wreck. However, today must've been different.

He was wearing sweatpants that were way too big, and way too messy. He had a dark brown stains on his orange shirt, but I have no clue what it could've came from. His dark, brown hair was very greasy and tangled. He had huge bags under his swampy, green eyes, and his skin was very oily. He was holding a small rectangular object.

"What happened to you?" I asked, pulling him inside.

"Long story." He said and turned around holding the rectangle in front of me, "Do you want this."

It was a silver laptop with random stickers on it. There were at least eight or nine, but I looked up at Jake, instead of counting them.

"What's wrong with it?" I ask.

"Nothing." He answers, "I just don't want it anymore."

Suddenly, I smelt rotten vegetables.

I covered my nose and mouth with my hands, "Oh my gosh! You stink!"

"I'll explain everything to you later, but do you want this laptop?" He said holding it out again.

"Why?" I asked with half of my face still covered, "What's wrong with it?"

"There's nothing wrong with it!" He exclaimed, "I just don't want it!"

I grabbed the laptop with my free hand and put it on my kitchen counter. I uncovered my face, reluctantly and opened it. I was expecting missing keys, a dirty screen, etc. but I was really surprised to see it in great condition.

"It looks brand new." I said.

"I told you, there's nothing wrong with it." He said, his voice cracking a bit.

I turned it on and was greeted with a log in that didn't have a profile picture.

"What's the password?" I asked.

"Warfstache89. Capitalize the 'W'." He said.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Warfstache?"

"I'll explain later." He said, his voice cracking again.

"Okay," I said and turned around, "what is going on? I wan-"

"(Y/N), I'll explain later." He interrupted me, "Now, do you want the laptop or not?"

I sat there for a while deciding either to continue try to get an answer, or try out the computer. I shook my head and sighed while I typed in the password.

The desktop pulled up and it only had six icons: Recycle Bin; Internet Explorer; Chrome; File Explorer; Word Pad; And Paint. However, the thing that really caught my eye was the completely black background.

Fun fact about Jake: He hates solid colors. He can't stand just one color by itself; It has to at least be two different colors.

"Jake, who's la-"

"I will explain later." He said greeting his teeth.

I looked back at the computer and hooked it up to my Wi-Fi. I moved the mouse to Chrome and was going to double click it, but Jake grabbed both of my hands.

"What are you doing?" I shout at him.

"Never open Chrome." He said, spacing out the words.

"Why?" He was about to say something, but I said, "If you say 'I'll explain later,' I'm going to kill you."

He just stared at me for a second, then said, "Fine, just don't open it."

I looked back at the laptop and went over some other details. There was literally nothing wrong with it.

"How much do you want for it?" I ask.

"Just take it."

"What?"

"I don't want any money for it."

I turned completely around to face him. Jake is not the kind of person to give away something for free, exceptionally if it was new.

"Jake, what is wrong with this computer?"

"I alread-"

"This computer is in great shape. It's not dirty, it's not broken, and I'm pretty sure it's brand new." I said.

"So?"

"Why are you giving it to me for free?" I asked. He didn't say anything for the longest time, so I said, "Is there a virus or something?"

He sighed, looked and the laptop, then back at me, "No, the computers fine. It's just that," He pauses, "there's a few glitches."

"Glitches?"

"Yeah, but you don't have to worry about them." He said, "They're really easy to avoid. Just don't use Google or Bing; Don't type in 'dark' or 'light' in Word Pad; Don't write down the name 'Wilford Warfstache' or the word 'glitch' anywhere; Never put 'Jack,' 'a,' and 'boy' in the same sentence; And never put the word 'anti' by itself."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Did this come with instructions, or are you just messing with me?"

He gave me a death stare, "I'm being serious."

"So am I." I said, "You cannot be ser-"

"(Y/N)," He said calmly, "just keep the laptop. You don't even have to get on it; You can even break it if you want, just keep it away from me."

I looked at the laptop, then looked back at him.

I sighed, "Fine, I'll keep it." He hugged me and was about to leave, but I shouted, "Wait!"

"What?"

I looked at the laptop, "How bad are these glitches?"

He stared at me for a long time, "You're insane if you're thinking about trying one out." He said a little scared.

"You did all of them, right?" I ask.

"How'd you know?"

"Because I know you."

He raised his eyebrow, "Yeah, why?"

"Which on was the lamest?" I said.

"Don't even think about it (L/N)!" He yelled.

"It's my laptop," I said "now which one was the lamest?"

He crossed his arms, "I'm not going to tell you."

"Okay then." I said as I opened Word Pad, "I wasn't supposed to write dark and light on Word Pad, right?"

I typed D-a-r but Jake tackled me to the ground before I could press k. He pinned me to the ground and his stench got even worst.

"Do not, ever, type the word 'dark' on Word Pad!" Jake basically screamed in my face.

"Okay, okay! I won't!" I covered my mouth because his breathe stunk too, "Just go brush your teeth!"

He got up, but I think he accidentally touched the computer because he looked at it. His eyes suddenly went wide and the screen went black.

"What'd you do?" I ask.

He slowly turned to me and started backing away, breathing heavily.

"(Y-Y/N), don't m-move." He stuttered.

I started to freak out, "Why?"

He got up by using the doorknob, "J-Just don't..."

"(Y/N), huh?" A really deep and unfamiliar voice said behind me," That's a nice name."

I turned all the way around and saw some man with grey skin wearing a black shirt and black pants. He had fluffy, black hair that matched his clothes. The thing that really made him stand out, though, was his eyes. They were pitch black, but the closer he got, the brighter they became. It was weird, but fascinating.

"I'm Darkiplier, but you can call me Dark." He said in the same spine-chilling voice.

"(Y/N)," Jake whispered, "gr-grab the laptop, and run."

"Why should she, Jake?" He said still looking at me, "It's not like I'm gonna hurt her."

I looked at the laptop, then at Dark. I wasn't really paying attention to either of them, honestly. I was more impressed by that fact that a grown man came out of a laptop.

The laptop turned back on and Word Pad popped up. The only thing it said was "Dark."

"Wait," I said interrupting an argument that I didn't know was happening, "What happens if I write something else down?"

"Depends on what you're going to write." Dark said.

I looked at Jake, "Wh-"

"No!" He screamed, "I'm not going to let you spawn more demons into this world!"

"What?" I asked in an are-you-serious tone.

"Not all of us are demons." Dark said.

Jake was starting to lose his temper, "You know what? You're right, it's not my laptop anymore, so spawn all the demons you want. It's not my problem anymore."

He stormed out of my apartment, cruising the man who gave him the laptop.

I looked at Dark, who was messing with my "gift."

Thanks, I guess?